Dora Sigerson Shorter,
The Question
(1918)
“ To wake once more to killing, killing, killing. Give me the hunter's hand, the patriot's fervour To hold death naught, or for my land to serve her, Slay and still slay, with heart that holds no sorrow For these dead men and all their carnal horror. Was I not one who loved my land for growing Sweet, eager life, and pretty things all blowing? How glad these hands to give their toil, how willing, That now, O God ! grow strong in killing, killing. ”
